I've always said fantasy is sort of 'stealth philosophy'.

You can't love anyone or anything until you love your own existence first. Love can only grow out of a respect for your own life.

Love is not about what you want. It's about finding happiness for the one you love.

There were those who loved liberty, who cried out to live their own lives, to strive, to rise above, to achieve, and those bent on the mindless equality of stagnation brought about through the enforcement of an artificial, arbitrary, gray uniformity--those who wanted to transcend through their own effort, and those who wanted others to think for them and were willing to pay the ultimate price.

To exist in this vast universe for a speck of time is the great gift of life. Our tiny sliver of time is our gift of life. It is our only life. The universe will go on, indifferent to our brief existence, but while we are here we touch not just part of that vastness, but also the lives around us. Life is the gift each of us has been given. Each life is our own and no one else's. It is precious beyond all counting. It is the greatest value we can have. Cherish it for what it truly is..... Your life is yours alone. Rise up and live it.

Once you teach me something, it's mine to use.

Culture carries no privilege to exist. Cultures do not have value simply because they are. Some cultures, the world is better off without.